Medical on Utopia Stories Library

Alex The Milk Machine

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Please comment your thoughts.

Why had this happened? And to her of all people! It was unimaginable, but if it wasn’t Alex then it would have been some other innocent teenage girl. She didn’t know why she was here or why the hell these people were testing on her. She only knew that she would probably be here for a very long time and things would probably get a lot worse as the time passed. She had been taken just after her 18th birthday, drugged and snatched away by masked men from her room late at night. When the drugs wore off and she awoken she had found herself in a metal room, suspended in the air in a spread eagle position, her limbs fitted in solid metal sockets that extended out from the walls. She could move her head around to some extent but her ability to speak was removed due to a large rubber ball gag stuck in her mouth.

Be Careful What You Wish For

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the full short story but if it’s well received I could expand further.

1. New experiences

I’ve been kinky for as long as I can remember. It’s made dating complicated but not impossible, so I considered myself very fortunate when I met Joanna online. I was a bondage enthusiast and she was a dominant. We had a wonderful couple of years exploring our fetishes. Lots of leather, chains and gags. The usual BDSM affair.

Call Her Bimbo

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I sincerely hope you enjoy this story. If you’d like to know more about my writing, directing and storytelling in the mediums of Science Fiction, Fantasy, Erotica and Absurd Humor …

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My name is Raquel.

I’m 20 years old.

I have an IQ of 157.

I had my associates degree by the time I was 18.

By 19, I was making more than 20 thousand a month, designing high profile web pages.

Cuddles

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A night in the life of Cuddles, a woman who was kidnapped and surgically transformed into a sexdoll. She struggles to reconcile her love for her owner with the knowledge of what was done to her.

My eyelids had closed automatically when he kissed me goodnight, but I fought sleep for as long as I could. The nightmares caught me eventually, though, as they always do.

They drag me back to the cold metal table. Back to the blazing lights overhead, silhouetted forms of men above me, black shadows against the bright white. They hold me down under the light. I scream and kick, but they grab hold of my legs and take them away. Gone.

Experiment In Exquisite Excess

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Was it a surreal dream or bizarre reality? You decide.

I found a fairly convenient parking space early Friday evening, just a couple of blocks from the Benedum theatre where I was to meet friends in about an hour for a performance of “Wicked.” I thought I’d stop into a small sidestreet bar for a couple of quick ones before showtime. It was a particularly dark and sleazy place. Almost a retro throwback to a 50’s dive bar out of a film noir, only without the blue haze of cigarette smoke.It was though I walked through some twilight zone time portal, even the hefty female bartender was a retro garbed artifact from 70 years back. I ordered a hardboiled 50’s rye straight, with a short draft. No miniature folding parasols in this joint.She gave me disturbingly sinister smile when she sat down my drink and ignored my my attempts at small talk.The rye was firey and raw going down and I ordered another and thats when I started feeling peculiar.I downed the second drink quickly hoping it would knock away my sudden discomfort but thats all I remembered till I awoke briefly in the heavy Mercedes.We seemed to be on 5th Avenue heading toward Oakland. The interior of the black Mercedes was a gaudy red leather. The heavyset men on both sides of me wore black suits and dark glasses. I passed out again. Next I woke up and was strapped to a gurney and being wheeled down what looked like a long corridor in a hospital. Had I been injured? I felt heavy and weak. Two white coated orderlies pushed the gurney into an elevator and we seemed to be descending down an endless number of levels. I passed out again.

For the Love of Grace

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story is about medical bondage. Diapers are used, but it is not the main idea of the story. Instead, the diapers are used as a way to keep Mike locked in his medical bondage that much longer.

When Grace died, I thought my world had crashed down around me. We grew up together, were high school sweethearts and continued together into college. I graduated the top of my class and Grace accepted my hand in marriage. We traveled together to Graduate School where I pursued my Masters and Ph.D. Grace worked as a registered home health nurse. We had two children and I started working as a researcher and writer. As the children grew, we played and prayed and weathered the bumps of life and grew ever closer. When the children grew up and left the house for their own lives , Grace and I started playing with each other all over again, just as we had when we were kids. We enjoyed each others laugh and struggles and predicaments. One night, when Grace mentioned she missed having a baby around to feed and diaper and play with, I casually replied, “Well you can always diaper and play with me if you want.” She laughed at that. I didn’t think much more about it.

Go With the Flow

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Inspired by a drawing by Augustine, and special thanks to Tyjord for helping me edit this story.

“You wanted to see me Ms. Strong?” Arin asked meekly as he entered her office.

“Please, sit Arin.” Erica Strong motioned him to take a seat at her desk as she finished replying to an email. Taking off her glasses and holding them in hand, she turned her attention towards him. “I’ve got a special task for you today young man.”

Hard Medicine

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: In a clinic that specializes in treating men with very unorthodox needs, Dr. Olsen starts her day with a patient that requires a more intensive approach than usual. Warning: This story contains very extreme, painful, and over-the-top BDSM.

Dr. Olsen walked with confidence. The click of her short heeled shoes against the linoleum floor was quite noticeable in the otherwise silent hallway. The only other people nearby were a few nurses going about their business, all wearing white dresses that exposed more than a hint of leg and cleavage. Olsen was dressed more conservatively in a white jacket, pale blouse, and loose business slacks. It was an outfit that wouldn’t have raised eyebrows in a real hospital.

Hell in a Padded Cell

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

1. Sad Sophie

My colleagues, well I suppose my now ex-colleagues were slowly drifting out having shared our misery in the local pub. There were only a couple of guys and me and one other girl still here and none of us were really friends; just workmates sharing the gloom of our final days employment. I would have to watch my pennies from now on as I have nothing lined up and I have a mortgage to pay.

Hogtied For Circumcision

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

It was a slow day at the clinic and Doctor Helen Shackelton was minding the front desk while the receptionist was on a smoko, when two teenage girls walked in. They were dressed almost identically in very short denim shorts, tight sleeveless tops, and white tennis shoes. With their similar long sandy-coloured hair and fair complexions, they could almost have been twins. The main difference was that one top was pink and the other pale blue. Also, because Dr. Shackelton was the sort of person to notice small details, she saw that Pink Top wore white ankle-length socks while Blue Top appeared to be sockless.

Janelle

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: In full when the story is complete it will consist of more tags then given room to list. This is simply the first installment and it will continue here in this site.

Chapter One

I am just going to say this upfront and out loud. She was a bitch. Yes i said it and I could stop there but there is a whole lot more to her than simply a bitch. She was an intelligent, educated, tall hot redheaded woman and a gold digger to boot. I knew this pretty much right away and I think she knew that I knew.

Marie's Committment

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Including an edited chapter one. This story is fiction. Attempting to recreate play based on the story could cause personal injury and should not be attempted. This read may not be for everyone, but I do hope if it’s your cup of tea that you enjoy reading it. This story is dedicated to K.M.M. and J.A.B. for giving me the inspiration to look past the darkness and rediscover my inner light.

My Visit to Mistress Catherine

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a very long one. It is the continued adventures of an unnamed slave/bottom from the previous stories. Like the others, this story can stand alone. Comments, suggestions for future experiences and the like are welcomed and encouraged.

DISCOVERED

You would think that with the incredible BDSM relationship I have with Domina that I would not be interested in what is available on the Internet. The problem I have run into is ever since we started this great relationship I am constantly hungry for the next best thing. Everything we have done so far has certainly been mind blowing wonderful, but there continues to be a part of me that is yearning for something different.

Only a Safe Cosmetic Procedure

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Who hasn’t considered a little cosmetic enhancement? This fanciful story is about a cute young woman tricked into becoming a wanton sex slave.

Day One

“Miss, umm,” the doctor glances at the papers on her desk, “Miss Shimizu, you must understand that this procedure is experimental. We have obtained permission to begin tests on humans since our tests on animals were not harmful in anyway and show great promise.” The woman tilts her head down a little, lowers her glasses farther down her nose to look at me carefully. She looks like the kindly old family doctor, perhaps sixty years old, gray hair in a short bob style, warm smile.

Patient 2301

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I’m very interested in reading your comments on this story. Thanks! -Darios

Last session of the weekend. It’s four o’clock in the morning and I’m beat, but I’ve managed to stay awake to monitor 2301 through the peephole in the cell door. My patient has been very still for the past half an hour, and I hope she was able to get some sleep. I like for her to sleep, if only for the sense of disorientation her awakening will give her. So I had given her the opportunity, but the vibrators strapped tightly in place may have prevented any real relaxation on her part. Besides that, sleeping in the straight jacket is none too easy, but I know for a fact that she’s done it in the past.

PDs Profession

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Since I discovered this site I thought about contributing to its amazing content. This is my very first story and I welcome all feedback to improve my writing skills.

I plan to submit a sequel which will be written in the girls’ point of view after her wake up.

So please let me know any improvements which I should consider.

Background Story

It was still early in the morning, 6 o’clock when I got up. So I still had an hour to go before the package would arrive. Plenty of time to get ready. I took a shower and made myself ready for the day. When I got downstairs I paused and enjoyed the marvelous view out of my kitchen window. I was able to afford a pretty big house with a good amount of land around it. I smiled and said to myself “lucky bastard..”. I used to work in a hospital as a doctor. The payment was reasonable but all these extra hours pissed me off. Somehow I stumbled across my current profession. The payment is way better even though I only work about 20 hours a month at most.

Pferman

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A story about an aircraft mechanic that suddenly finds himself in a dire situation and a long, long way from home. Fortunately someone comes to his aid, but it doesn’t take long before he begins to wonder if it’s really worth it. Any criticism aimed at helping me become a better author is well appreciated.

Smack! The wrench slipped, and even though Carl was pulling instead of pushing on it, his fingers still managed to be driven into a row a screw tails. The wrench few from his grasp, and he heard it go clattering off down the inside of the fuel tank, heading towards the fuselage of the airliner he was working on.

Repository for Reprobated Husbands

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Fiction? Perhaps, but more than likely an underground reality.

Part 1

Daria had become quickly bored with her husband Richard. Although he was was quite wealthy and heir, along with his younger sister,Penelope, to the Bottomly fortune it was being held in trust till his 25th birthday. She couldn’t stand the thought of of spending another 7 months with him and acting the part of his trophy wife at fundraisers, corporate affairs, exclusive clubs and restaurants and at symphony and theatre engagements. For her, they were maddenly dull. Her taste was more for Vegas, the LA party scene, Cabo and in general a louder gaudier free spending lifestyle. She was a gorgeous blonde with the opulent body of a 50’s Mamie Van Duren type blonde buxom bombshell. But with the morals and predatory instincts of a dangerous femme fatale out of darkest film noir. And she wanted it all. The entire Bottomly fortune and she wanted it now.

Secretly I Slave

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: big fan of white slavery theme,pantyhose and curvy voluptious mature black and latino women

Chapter 1

Debra long was a white slaver. She made most of her sales by utilizing the door to door saleswomen tactic posing as a pantyhose and lingerie sales women and when things were slow she put an ad in the paper for pantyhose models. What follows are two examples of her chronicles in the world where women are treated as commodities.

Slaves Retirement Facility

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: What can you find in this story:

heavy non-consensual slaving as a reality in the world, a slaves retirement facility which is the pivot-point of all, Mafia, a little bit of James Bond, a little bit of Frankenstein, a little bit of the Avengers. It’s a fairy-tale or a myth about what can happen to the world of slavers when a very rich and heavy non-consensual slaver turns around and starts to feel sympathy. And about all this story wallows in the seductive fascination of rubber-dolls.

Stress Retreat Clinic

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: All is not as it seems at this twisted retreat as one female patient soon discovers…

Phase 1

I checked into a Stress Recovery Retreat in order to get a handle on my frazzled life. After registering, I conveniently bypassed having to meet other guests as I was escorted to my room. I was surprised at the comfort and decadence of the room- then again, this whole retreat was catered to be stress relieving, right? After getting adjusted, I made my way to the clinic room for my first analysis.

Taken to XS - A Group XS Story

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my conclusion to Dr. Saavik’s unfinished story “Group XS” (written with his consent).

Catherine’s friends and family have been taken by Group XS, and now she finds herself falling deeper and deeper into their web as they seek to exact their revenge.

Introduction

One of my favorite stories of all time is the unfinished ‘Group XS’ by Saavik. The following story seeks to bring that work to its satisfying conclusion. Here’s a summary to help catch you up:

Terran Farms - Best Milk In The Galaxy!

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The bad news: Earth has been conquered by invading aliens.

The good news: They have a taste for human milk.

Full Story

Prologue - Rise And Fall

The battle for Earth was lost before humanity even knew it was being waged. The Vacarian scout shop that stumbled upon our solar system had found an otherwise perfect planet teeming with pesky intelligent life - mildly dangerous, but nothing they hadn’t dealt with before. It took only a few days for the Vacarian scientists onboard to develop and deploy the virus that would doom humanity. It was fast spreading and entirely symptomless, except for the fact that it rendered its victim sterile after a few months. The plague was stealthily seeded in the largest cities on each continent and then the scout ship continued on its way.

The Doctors' Office

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The doctor’s office called and said they could fit me in for my physical that day. I thought nothing of it until the nurse told me to strip and that the doctor would be in to see me in a moment. I was locked in a chastity device.

I was a chastity devotee, loved wearing cock-locking toys, loved being forced to wear them, and in between relationships, as I was then, I hired an on-line keyholder to administer my chastity. I had an emergency key, but it was at home. I was so used to wearing the chastity device, suffering the pain of denied erections, that I’d left the house without even thinking.

The Family Estate

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1: Gateway

Connie, Alice and Kelly couldn’t believe how quickly civilization disappeared behind them. The string of potholes called a road wasn’t even wide enough for two cars to pass at the same time while keeping all four wheels on the pavement. It all added to the sense of adventure. This would be Kelly’s first time to the family estate: the “haunted” family estate.

The stories from her childhood swam in her head. Most of them had seemed like tall-tales when she got older, and she didn’t really believe in the supernatural now. Still, those stories carried such an emotional weight that she couldn’t help but to be nervous and perhaps even a little fearful. Her feelings were contagious; Connie and Alice looked nervous as well. This was going to be a Halloween to remember for the three of them. Connie and Alice couldn’t wait to see a real ghost. They were giving up their fall break at the university to come with her. No one really expected anything to happen, but it would be fun nonetheless.

The Highwayman

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A highwayman robs a lady’s coach on the turnpike at Southwark in 1697 and takes a rich prize; a Nazi interrogator extracts information from a captured British spy; Emily Cavandish recalls other encounters too, recounting them to a student psychiatrist in the sanatorium in which she is held. Is it possible that we can be reborn or is this just her delusions ? If we are reborn then can some lives be linked through time, intertwined across the centuries ? If memories live on, can love be eternal and hate continue so that revenge be served in future lives ?

The Locking Jumpsuit Story

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: While this is a work of fiction, it is rooted in fact. There are jumpsuits designed for people who tend to undress at inappropriate times. There are prison jumpsuits that lock on. There are hospitals and psychiatric units attempting to give dementia patients a better outcome by incorporating new ideas into their treatment plans. I am not attempting to make fun of anyone who has dementia or any one of the hundreds of variations of the disease, or any other psychiatric disorder. I have great empathy for those individuals and their families who struggle every day to maintain some semblance of normality. Additionally, it is well known that people who are incarcerated for long periods of time are at increased risk of dementia and Alzheimers. I have no idea if people in the courts are considering anything like this to help prisoners with dementia, but I hope programs in place are actually working. This is a work of fiction. Please do not think of it as anything but fiction.

The School Project

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I let my fantasy’s and desires guide me as this story played out almost by itself.

When you look at the story codes you’d think that I was really into some sort of really perverted medical play.

That really couldn’t be farther from the truth.

This story really isn’t about perverted, or any other kind of medical play; it’s about what happened to me beginning with that fateful Thursday afternoon.

Through the Cracks

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note:It’s been a very long time since I dipped my toe into the waters of writing, the muse had basically left (suppose I should tie her down next time), but this scene just popped into my head and would not let go. The setting is pseudo-Victorian, but makes no claims at accuracy. Enjoy.*

Part 1

In a maneuver born of much practice Eliza carefully balanced the silver tray in her hands as she climbed the narrow stairs toward the second floor, heels clicking on the worn and ancient wood as she did so. Especially mindful not to shake the steaming teapot she was carrying, to say nothing of the fine china cup and saucer or the pots of milk and sugar, she made her way out into a broad hallway. The house was mostly deserted at the moment, the doors of empty rooms yawning wide open, save for the last. Stepping up to the finely carved and richly stained piece of oak she carefully shifted the tray to balance on one arm while gently knocking on the door to announce her presence.